Mona Lisa shares a smile
She will not speak and I'm beguiled
Her eyes betray a tale of intrigue so I'll just wait a while..
Patiently I wait for thee; and I agree that if she flees, That I'd become whom I would be before she came to me...Lies... In fact, I realize that real lies create very real ties; At least within our minds with little white lies to buy us time and..Is that a victimless crime, if I'm lying to myself? Or am I just not giving myself enough credit for being as good as someone else because... Somewhere between the lines or between the sheets or between the signs, It seems I've lost myself between the cushions of my mind and I... I left a bit of my heart behind,so she could wander across it at a random time, in that drawer of forgotten odds and ends still beating... Synchronized with mine...A rusted arrowhead left inside.. The fellow who left it there had every good intention... I wish him no ill will... I've found that.. The tie that binds is the tie that bars and the tie that bars is the tie that scars which provokes us dashing stars to leap before passing cars... And fireflies can't survive in jars... The last song she heard was Bruno Mars singing... I guess the shit doesn't matter, it's still ringing in the back of my head and what she said was a slap in the face, when it's a struggle to live! When my little brother died in the crib.. We'll never really know what he had to give... I wanted to take something away from that rainy day, In May, to help me make sense of life in some kind of way, I couldn't, it wouldn't be until years after..Amid our laughter, I realized that we hugged longer.. And our love was stronger... Mona Lisa shares a smile, she will not speak and I'm beguiled, Her eyes betray a tale of intrigue so I'll just wait a while.. Patiently I wait for thee, and I agree that if she flees, that I'd become whom I would be before she she came to me... That I'd become whom I would be before she came to me... That I'd become whom I would be before she came to me...and rise.